Published in Overland Issue 216 Spring 2014 · Uncategorized Collected melancholy Pam Brown a dead bee on the bus seat, a bipolar daughter cherishing her hands, she’s ‘miles away’ – in every second poem – All the reasons not to believe in anything anymore Words lost and scattered all along the path There’s nothing left to say The wind rises The world slips away The other side The Arc surrounding this grim landscape is losing its colour I think it’s wearing out Hang on And leave a faint memory on earth A gesture of regret A sour expression What I did best & further sombre artifice – walking from sulphide to bromide imagining some scenographic terrain – the indian ocean looks choppy from the plane, its clobbered shore already sunk – holding the baby with the peachy fur dome head & making jokes about already dead poets, nearly dead, halfway dead, lining up for ‘Reading Australia’ now, what is that? – here he goes again, the brilliant sad sack – There is no longer even a place For the words I will leave – yesterday, you were found on wikipedia blogging your new album on a national bluegrass site, then, scrolling down – you’d died seven months ago O closed heart O heavy heart O deep heart You will never get used to sorrow – perhaps this place takes itself seriously – ‘Centre of Excellence for the History of Emotions’, in time ( you wonder) when did emotions begin? Note: ‘the brilliant sad sack’ comes from Pierre Reverdy Pam Brown Pam Brown has published many chapbooks, pamphlets and full collections of poetry, most recently Stasis Shuffle (Hunter Publishers, 2021). She lives in a south Sydney suburb on reclaimed swampland on Gadigal Country. More by Pam Brown › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 19 April 2024 · Friday Fiction Stilted J.E “Mahal” Cuya One hour after midnight. Everyone in rooms. Living room – dark. Table look like monsters. Like death. TV on stand. Netflix Logo. No one watching. Residents asleep. They have dementia. 18 April 202418 April 2024 · Education A Jellyfish government in NSW: public education’s privatisation-by-neglect Dan Hogan A private school that receives public money is not a private school: it is a fee-paying public school. The overfunding of private schools using public money is a symptom of a public service that has been rotted for a quarter of century by a political class with no vision beyond producing dubious, misleading statistics to deploy at the next election.